Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
The Drifloon follows close but keeps looking around uneasily now. What could have happened here? He's so worried... Meanwhile, you hear a cry from not too far off, more like.... a sob? Perhaps something was weeping? The Drifloon immediately lets out a cry as well and starts making gestures in that direction!
Sound of sobs? Agate gestured to Riku the Riolu to check out the sounds. Azalea meanwhile stayed behind, asking the Drifloon to stay calm. She understood that it's impossible for the Drifloon to stay composed in times like this, especially when his important family member is assumed to be in danger but even so... Please, just for a little bit... please hold it in. At least that's what the Frillish pleaded. She understood, she truly do, but at the same time going to panic like this wouldn't help anyone. Thankfully Agate is ready with one of his potions. For someone who's in debt like him, this potion is something that came out from a lot of sweat and tears...
But none of that matters in front of the safety of these Pokemons.
Adrenaline pretty much paced him to run faster. Agate quickly headed toward where the sobbing voice is. He hoped to hear any sort of explanation what happened, so he could prepare himself for any sort of problem that might arise. Is it really a hunter like he was expecting? Or is it something else? Before long, Riku would bark and pointed at the source of the sob. Agate hope that this is the target that they're looking for.
As you round the corner, you come across an odd sight. There's a Helioptile laying facedown in the mud, wailing and sniffling and sobbing, and a young Scout girl looking utterly frazzled over what to do. She's looking from side to side frantically, wringing her hands, and there's what looks like a wriggling burlap sack on the ground beside her. The familiar cries of more Helioptile can be heard, albeit muffled, from the sack, and as soon as she spots you the girl immediately moves to step in front of the crying Helioptile almost defensively.
"Y-you didn't see anything!!" The Scout declares, holding her hands out like she could cover up her misdeeds with her tiny body alone. The Drifloon bobs and makes a wild gesture towards the wriggling sack. Just what's going on here?
...A scout... a scout with... with a Helioptile. She's still young... is she younger than Agate? Either way...
"...Yeah I know, please wait," Agate tried to reassure the Drifloon. "...Alright, first, drop that down. Being in the sack going to make the poor Pokemon even more distressed."
A sack is unlike a Pokeball. A Pokeball is designed to make the Pokemon comfortable inside because it could mimic their preferrred terrain, thus making it more like "home"... but the fact that this scout doesn't use Pokeball, but uses sack instead... certainly felt a bit odd. The way she childishly covered the bags with her small body... She guessed that this person might be... perhaps, someone who has yet to get their permission to own Pokemon.
Agate glanced at Riku and Azalea. The two of them walked a bit away from the scout, but it's clear that they're not going to let her go that easily as they're actually attempting to block away her escape. On top of it, they're looking for signs of any possible cahoots.
"...Can we talk?" Agate asked. Just in case, he gave the kid a bit of a space, so that she know that it's not as if he'd harm her unprovoked or anthing like that. "I think I can guess what happened, but just in case, could you say whether I'm right or not? First... you might not be old enough to own Pokemon, or is old enough but for some reason you're not allowed to have one. So you want a Pokemon and decided to go this way... Second, with the sack and all it feels like you've been targeting the Pokemon since the start or just trying your luck finding juvenile Pokemons to catch without actually fighting them. You don't have Pokeballs, so you decided to use sacks instead... That one happened to get hurt during process to catch it... so far, is this all true?"
At Agate's words, the Scout bursts into tears, unable to say or do anything aside from nod. The injured Helioptile in the meantime saw the Drifloon and tried to move toward their friend. They wanted to get away from the scary trainer.
"Alright, first, please release the Helioptiles, got it? Bags are not a proper way to catch them. They'll get hurt. Well one already got hurt. So before things getting more and more worse, you should release the other ones inside that bag."
He whipped out a potion from his bag and took a look at the injured one, gesturing to the Drifloon to come with him. The idea is so that the Drifloon could calm down his adoptive children and that Agate isn't trying to capture them. From this point on it's probably going to be hard for them to trust human. Agate sprayed the potion on the wounded Helioptile, muttering "please don't move just yet" and put down an Oran Berry in front of it.
Once that's done, Agate approached the scout and crouched down. Not like he's big and imposing to begin with but he's definitely still taller than her, and he don't want to freak her out.
"...Listen..." Agate's voice was gentle, or at least he's sure that it's the gentlest that he could "I understand how frustrating it is to not have Pokemon when you feel you deserved to have one. I really do. I wasn't able to go on journey on age of ten. Anyway... I understand that you didn't meant to, I understand, but it doesn't change the fact that this happened. Pokemon, you see... they have what they want to do, they have their own personality. They will come with you if you're building trust with them. If you're not building trust with them, they will hate you. Pokemon battle before capturing is one of the way of wild Pokemon assessing their new trainer. So there is a process here, and it's important to not skip it."
There is a pause from Agate trying to let it sink for the girl before he continued.
"Put yourself in their shoes. Let's say you're just playing with your friends and suddenly a bigger boy just decided to pull you to their game of baseball without even asking who you are, or if you want to play with them, or what you want to play... How would you feel?"
Another pause, this time a bit longer. Feeling that was enough lecture, Agate then switched his stance. "...You have to apologize, alright? Apologize sincerely. Pokemon understands our language through our emotions. they might not understand it 1:1, but they will understand it through emotions.... So... tell them what you're feeling right now and apologize... Sincerely, alright? And you can ask them how you can make it up for them. That's important."
Riku nodded in approval. That was hopefully enough.
It looks like the talk is getting through to her for a moment. The girl falls quiet at Agate's words, listening with only a few little looks back to the wriggling burlap sack. She definitely looks remorseful... at least for a little bit. And then her eyes snap to meet his, and she looks a little miffed, her stubbornness bleeding through in her next words.
"I... I did! I did battle them! But there were too many of them and... and they cheated!"
Upon closer inspection, it would appear that there was only one lone pokeball on the scout's belt. Perhaps she'd already gone through her stock trying to capture them the old fashioned way? She's standing, now, taking a hold of the ball and pointing it at Agate. Would she try and capture them again, right in front of him?
"Don't underestimate me! Any of you! I'm a good trainer, I'm a good battler, and I'll prove it!" Before anyone can get a word in edgewise, she tosses the ball, but not at the Drifloon or the remaining Helioptile, no. A flash of red light heralds the emergence of a pokemon, and soon enough there's a Kecleon blinking around at what's going on... while its owner takes on a stance that's very clearly one of battle. She points at Agate.
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